Qin Xin's face inexplicably turned red, and somewhere in her heart seemed to skip a beat, lightly and shallowly, but enough to make her lose blood for a moment.
She rested her chin on her hand, looking around evasively, "I'm full. I'll be responsible for washing the dishes."
The villa was very quiet, likely because the servants had already left for the day.
She couldn't let a man, who had trouble with his leg, not only cook such a lavish dinner but also clean up the aftermath.
To her surprise.
Nalan Ye Jue gently pressed her hand as she reached for the dishes, "No need."
Qin Xin's face turned even redder, and she quickly withdrew her hand, "I won't break the dishes."
It was obvious that the dishes in his home were very precious; they were high-grade blue-and-white porcelain with extraordinary craftsmanship, and the silver chopsticks inlaid with diamonds were also hand-forged and valuable.
